Vince Staples - Rubbin' Off The Paint (YBN Nahmir Remix) lyrics

[Intro] That's what I thought you said Now let me offer this as a rebu*tal Ayy, yuh, ayy, okay Okay, yuh [Verse] I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten n***as subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag These n***as broke, no money, miss meals, they weak Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, b**h But I'm that n***a, shoutout YBN, young n***a flexin' Transfer two hunnid bands from my savings to my checking Big money, I been livin' great, Bora Bora wit' it I know these p**y n***as fans of me, go ahead, admit it [?] bands in my sleep, work when it's sunny I done blew up off the 'Tube young n***a funny Now it's music, my n***as movin' pack like some units It's confusin', I do not know which bank I be usin' Too much money, these n***as broke, dusty, and bummy So I be snatchin' on they b**hes then I chew 'em like gummies It's DDG, get familiar, I be purposely flexin' And when yo b**h on her phone, I'm the one she be textin' Watch yo step, these red bottoms cost me a future Don't touch my wrist, this AP froze like a cooler These n***as hoes, they only tough over computers That goofy act like he own but he really a loser Why I always wear this chain? 'Cause it cost me a fortune Why yo b**h freakin' on me? 'Cause I'm f**in' important She see the ice on my neck, see the splash on my wrist Sloppy toppy, take her home, then you give her a kiss n***as hatin' in my comments but I keep gettin' riches The only n***as that'll hate got no profile picture 'Cause you a lame, you a f**in' stain', you should be ashamed You be cappin' like you shootin', you ain't even got no aim I ain't really with the beefin' 'less I'm gettin' a check Cashed out, put 25K on my neck Yo b**h told me told me, "Come over," told her, "Gimme a sec," Speedin' in the i8, almost got in a wreck Skrt, skrt! Ring, ring- "Be here by eleven," I told her, "Why you rushin' me? I'll be there in a second." I walked in, she bu*t naked, then I f**ed her to seven I asked her why she keep cheatin'- "'Cause my ex is a peasant." [Chorus] I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten n***as subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag These n***as broke, no money, miss meals, they weak Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, b**h